Whole world hate us, mancow played us Now look at us, platinum status We owe it all to mancow I've violent j and I'm rich like rush limbaugh is fat
no respect Money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake From Hollis to the Becon, now your dumb ass is leakin' C.L. and Run DMC so rush it Big
That I love like my own Will they be sorry That Old John's gone? Who's gonna cry When Old John dies? Who's gonna cry When Old John dies?
, damn what a sad life He bake beans just add rice No soft drinks, just mad ice Now you waitin' in the cold for the bus Girl, come roll with the rush
of engines Sitting in your prisons on the road Everybody's rushing Is it so important to be so Where's it going to lead to If all the rushing leads to
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight (At the gold rush, at the gold rush at the gold rush, at the gold rush at the, at the, at the)
awareness, we can?t get careless You say what is this? My beloved, let's get down to business Mental self defensive fitness Yo, bum rush the show You
up Guess what I left wit this chi-di-dik, she waz thi-di-dik Got my freak on and got my John li-di-dikd All in the ri-di-dib, the bra sti-di-dip Took
slut Bleeding fingers glide. You'll be on both ends I'm me again. Days can be erased invisibilities traced one day you face the days you never saw rush
part of the quan skies one. And body betrayls that's design by the shadows Now that forward or up or down climb to top It's the bottom so there is no rush
Why does the sun go on shining Why does the sea rush to shore Don't they know it's the end of the world 'Cause you don't love me any more Why do
wear problems like Timbs See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win Scores to settle, crews to crush You rush right in to see him do it with
the top cats, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast Equipped to perform the task S I N Y and what, head or gut? The head rush will 'cause your cerebellum
Cast because of his tvq In the movie of your life You'll be less famous than he is That'll be a strange turn of events You'll be a cameo amongst the rushes
the broken radio And I couldn't figure out where that left me So I went back to look for rose The cafe rouge was a lunchtime rush Of regulars yelling
on admit it girl Cause everything he doing for you, I done did it girl So call me up late, I know you with it girl I get a rush from it, knowing you commited
In Detroit, we got hoodrats and ghetto stars In Detroit, we ain't taking no shit from nobody In Detroit, we got Sammy the Bulge and John Gotti In Detroit